Chapter 862: 861 is really good.
“Okay!”
Wen Ran quietly responded, sitting calmly in the chair.
The soft lighting from the crystal lamp illuminated her fair and delicate cheeks, casting a srizing glow from afar.
Mo Xiuchen went to the balcony to fetch a towel and returned, his gaze touching upon the serene and elegant shadow sitting at the vanity. An involuntary tenderness rippled through his tranquil eyes; the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile that spread from his lips.
He walked over with graceful steps, his well-defined palm lifting Wen Ran’s damp hair, while the towel in his other hand ca down to gently wipe her hair, his motions tender and practiced.
Even after mory loss, he had not done this many tis, but he didn’t feel the slightest bit unfamiliar. Subconsciously, he found it all too familiar,
just that he couldn’t recall those scenes at the mont.
Wen Ran quietly watched the beautiful scene in the mirror, looking at the man with handso features and an elegant deanor. Her heart was brimming with happiness and sweetness.
“Ranran!”
Mo Xiuchen softly called her na.
“Mm.”
Wen Ran’s lips curved slightly, her gaze looking into his, clear and tranquil like water.
Mo Xiuchen simply called out once and did not continue speaking, falling silent again. After drying her hair once more, he picked up the hairdryer to blow-dry her hair.
The sound of the hairdryer beca the only noise in the room. In the flowing air, a faint scent of happiness spread. The woman’s black hair slid through the man’s long and fair fingers and wound around them again—hairstreams fluttering, indescribably romantic and warm.
“Ranran, it’s dry now.”
Mo Xiuchen’s voice broke the sweet silence; he put down the hairdryer and picked up a comb by his side, gently beginning to comb her hair.
Wen Ran’s eyes and brows were tinted with smiles and tenderness. In the man’s affectionate gaze, she seed even more charming than usual.
“Ranran, after returning to G City, would you move back ho with ?”
After combing her hair, Mo Xiuchen bent down, embracing her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. His warm breath softly caressed Wen Ran’s earlobes, penetrating her skin and reaching straight to her heart.
At the tip of her heart, a faint tremble arose.
Wen Ran’s gaze flickered, and she turned her head to et his eyes.
“Ranran, is that okay?”
Mo Xiuchen repeated the question just asked, his deep eyes filled with deep affection and love.
He didn’t want to be apart from her again, not even for a second.
He hoped to be with her every second, so that with every glance and every look, he could see her there.
Looking into his eyes full of love, Wen Ran felt a sudden dampness welling up in her heart, perhaps too much happiness spilling over.
The overwhelming happiness covered the fear she had tried to ignore, leaving only a deep sense of being moved and tempted. She actually wanted to be with him every mont. During the days when he had lost his mory and his soul was lonely, she had truly endured the pain and despair of loss.
In Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, besides the thick love, there was also encouragent.
Wen Ran hesitated for a mont, then nodded gently, “Mo Xiuchen, I’ll listen to you.”
“Ranran, that’s wonderful.”
Mo Xiuchen’s eyes brightened with joy as he pulled her tightly into his embrace: how wonderful, his Ranran was no longer fleeing, willing to return to his side.
The happiness of this mont was so precious that he wouldn’t exchange it for the whole world.
Wen Ran lightly pursed her lips, a hint of moisture surfacing in her clear eyes as she prayed silently in her heart, “If there really is a God, please forgive for loving this man too much and breaking my vow. If there must be punishnt, let it not harm my family or my love. Let bear it.”
As if sensing the unease deep within her, Mo Xiuchen tightened his embrace and his deep, magnetic voice rose by her ear, “Ranran, we’re just following our hearts; there is no need to be afraid.”
“Mm.”
Wen Ran nodded. Fearing he’d see the tears in her eyes, she lowered her eyelids, not daring to look in the mirror, nor at him.
“Ranran.”
Mo Xiuchen moved to her front and crouched down, his tall figure looming before her. His large hand cradled her delicate face, tenderly wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I’m just too happy.”
The corners of Wen Ran’s sparkling, crystal-clear eyes lifted in a smile, shining like diamonds.
Mo Xiuchen nodded, gently saying, “I know, I’m very happy too. Ranran, thank you for being willing to try. I promise you, we will all be alright. Everyone will be okay.”
“Mm.”
Wen Ran held back her tears and hugged Mo Xiuchen proactively, tightly, as though by embracing him, she could drive away all the sadness and fear in her heart.
**
anwhile, in G City,
Cheng Jia was walking ho from the mall when suddenly, a van stopped in front of her. Two n got out and, without a word, pulled her into the van.
Before she could recover from her shock, the van was back on the road, rging into the endless traffic.
After fifteen minutes, Cheng Jia was brought to a rented room and thrown onto the cold, hard floor, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. The next second, soone ripped the cloth from her mouth. She looked up in panic and blurted out, “Who are you people, and why have you kidnapped ?”
Cheng Jia, sitting disheveled on the ground, looked up at the two n in terror—the sa two who had been by her side in the van.
At her words, the thinner man scoffed coldly, his voice sinister, “You’ve offended soone you shouldn’t have. We’re here to take your life.”
Cheng Jia turned pale, her eyes widening in terror. Take her life?
No, she hadn’t offended anyone. She asked desperately, “Who is it? Tell , brother, and I will give you double the money.”
“Ha, that’s laughable. Double the money? How much can a worker like you even have?”
The other man laughed coldly, his lecherous eyes roaming over Cheng Jia’s body as if stripping her naked, sending a shiver of cold disgust through her.
“I’ve heard you’re a woman who specializes in seducing n. We’re curious to see what tricks you have up your sleeve.”
“No, please don’t.”
“You’ve got no say in it, slut!”
In the room, the sounds of Cheng Jia’s fearful cries and the n’s cursing and laughter gradually filled the air with a nauseating stench…
On the sa night, under the sa starry sky, far away in a countryside villa, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran slept in each other’s arms. Reunited after several months, two loving hearts were finally pressed tightly together again.
In a world undisturbed by outsiders, even their dreams were no longer lonely sorrows.
At dawn, Wen Ran awoke in the embrace of the man she loved. As she opened her eyes, she t his affectionate, smiling gaze. Startled at first, realizing how closely she’d been held by him all night, her fair cheeks imdiately blushed a deep red when she beca aware of their intimate position. Mo Xiuchen’s teasing laughter followed, “Ranran, good morning!”
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